A House Homecoming for All

He began with notarizing a number of tangible verses summarized by the tenuous pulsation of his heart through his victim\'s very blood - rank now by the passing of time, permeating a distinct wet, sticky, sweet aroma with a texture nearly adhesive. Never held down by the bindings of man, constructed with malleable hempweed and coarse rubber; tarrying on behind too weak and mild as the paean- worthy cherubs atop the scraping heights of heaven, complete with the faintest afterglow of the red haze of condemnation.

It was pointless, however, the dainty dischordant weeping of the quill against parchment; all the world loves a fascist through the script, the fear effervescent enough to thrill simultaneously as to portend an end to that freedom of temptation. The clash of the migrant ink and blots of blood; the frustration of the \"i\'s\" and minute falterings of the upswung cleft between consonants. He began with the beginning, but felt as though near the end he wasn\'t nearly finished - continuing on this mad commencement of the only masochism he\'d procure himself, of his own invention, his own crime, unpunishable and sanct after his youth\'s thread had frayed unto scorned heathen of the nobility.

He\'d mar the flesh but never the psyche beneath it, his own torturous ploy at redemption; even still, they would cringe and mewl and grope for some harness to latch their twitching appendages around, if just for their last rampart, before the mortal coil was snapped completely. And it was ever thus; there was no remorse; to possess such virtue there must be an inkling of mercy upon the opressor\'s moral blueprint. If any precious, sentient compunction Lucius Malfoy was deficient in, it would be mercy.

The liquid spilled - that\'s all it was -, the heavy heaving chest still barely rising, the fluid gasps and pleas left unadmonished but not considered for even a second... these were the remnants of an ensconsed brevity built upon a humility by a man whose terseness exemplefied the very meaning of removed. The vision of salient pernicious disregard in loo of a concrete whim to fancy before the final thrust. The silence amidst a cloud of life force, spewing its magic around the room, through the air, through the walls, through the semipermeable membranes of the flesh straightthe the blood. Before each were freed from their more resolute bindings, the cadavers could listen to the ruptured health, sanity and constraint of their tormentor; it was the breath before the plunge.

And all would be forgiven in writing, for paper is patient and its wiles invisable though no magic employed; for it was something so inanimate yet more alive than its master, more aware it was to life than the monstrosity that sat above it looming, waiting for paper\'s fragile fibers to shout and challenge the stress of his regard - no more the passive observer, now an active participent, thankfully too mute to shriek the defilement so rightly deserved.

Ridiculously bored after a night\'s feasting, he came across something so appeciable even one of his late night cohorts, MacNair or Walden could identify with. On the corner of the bereau in his study there sat a small round box made of leather or some other shiny brushed material, starkly contrasting the colourful menagerie of fibres in the ancient mohogany. There, something remained a much more inviting past of a much more novel ploy; some model target sat waiting in a classroom, unaware of the property - her property - but officially belonging to him, that remained in situ along the course of centuries. It was carefully guarded from the wrath of the unobservant mongrels plaguing its true purpose and moaning its epitaph crudely.

Decorum briefly deflected ala Draco, Lucius snatched the little box and threw it with a snarl upon the granite floors; he watched as its contents were revealed only to finalise the scheme first initiated at the time of the Dark Lord\'s first uprising. However forlorn he was to see his collective dream charred with the sunken livety of a sorry beacon of divided ascendency, he was not disuaded. Watching the birthright glow slightly after being released form its volcanic tomb, he leered at his son, obliviously reading in the other room visible between two French doors, and stepped upon his renewed prize.

Not his really, of course, but one to give from Draco; if his sexual satiety made him naucious after recording its more lurid details, then the platinum blonde, ersatz to a man who was reclining freely in his chairs thoroughly repulsed him.
The book cradled in the crook of his arm was the muggle bible, the pious little worm. Too renowned in its own right, even in the wizarding world; without having read a page, Lucius could dicern its tenor and he did not want his progeny (meant to be his evil spawn) to reverse all the insidious work firmly installed beneath the very foundation of his family\'s estate.

He would have an heir, and as the glass of the necklace glistered in his steady palm, he smiled and thought at what joy would come from commingled business venture and personal security by whatever means necessary.

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\"Well, I for one, refuse to pay for the professor\'s mistakes, sir - he has two choices as an expectant father. One, take responsiblity and provide for his lovechild, or two, run away and purge the thought of him ever having a family... however deformed...\" Jessica couldn\'t help but smirk as her beloved dark raven interrogated her hated, pint sized arch nemesis, Prof. F Flitwick (or as she took to calling him, Prof. Fucking Farce).

The puny gremlin shot a glare at the Slytherin who was practically bursting with joy at long last having the bastard confronted. However, Sanpe realised ahead of time that there was very little could do seeing as Filius had accumulated far more seniority over the years at Hogwarts, no matter the disturbing extent of his proclivities.

\"Would be wbe willing to administer the pregnancy test to Bobby, Miss Slytherin?\" Snape asked passively, still regarding Flitwick with heavy regard.

\"It\'s Dobby,\" Flitwick murmured and put his head in his thick, stubby, sausage like fingers whilst Jessica pulled a face and nearly cringed out of her seat.

\"Now that I think about it, I\'m not even sure if it would work, really... I mean, it\'s for muggle human mothers, not magical house elf fathers,\" suddenly Jess\' face contorted into a sly ogle in Flitwick\'s direction, \"however, it would be an experiment worth remembering...\"

Flitwick shook as if to sorpadically bring himself out of a coma.

\"Better not,\" Jess conceded; she really didn\'t have any reason to want to maim Dobby.
Snape nodded and turned to the father to be slowly, \"You\'ll have to see Pomphry then.\"

Flitwick flinched at the overbearing mediwitch\'s name being mentioned and visibly shirked off the idea with a vengeance uncontested, \"I won\'t let that women near my Dobby!\"

Jessica scoffed and took another slug of water before she broke out into gaffaws - and she had done just that a few minutes ago as Snape made Fliltwick divulge in exactly what position he used to en Dob Dobby recieved his seed.

\"Nonsense - it\'s what has to be done, unless you wish to indirectly kill your unborn child by way of parental negligence?\" Snape countered and watched as the little man\'s fists rubbed his eyes solemnly, finally accepting the inevitable.

\"Of course not, Severus... if you\'ll excuse me now, I think I\'ll find my partner to discuss things,\" and with that, the corpulent midget slouched from the room in a huff of reality, Jessica chortling cantankerously, still thriving in her poised amount of control.

\"Well, I\'m glad to see YOU enjoyed that; at least one of us did,\" Snape spat more vehemently than he intended to. Jessica stopped and stared blankly at the angry man, eyes and nostrils flaring challengingly.

\"I am merely pleased the little wretch got what was coming to him; he took advantage of a CREATURE who is naturally subserviant to his every whim. I mean it\'s no wonder, just look at him; I bet not too many people come knocking on his door if his organ\'s proportional to his stature!\" Jessica ended louder than she intended and stared with as many silenced invectives as she could muster. Snape shook his head and retreated back into his quaint and sparcely ornamented, decorous kitchenette which Jessica had experienced in getting them all tea before their little conference.

She no longer felt afraid of his surroundings at took it upon herself now to nip this wretched avoidance technique in the bud.

\"Don\'t you run away from me - I\'ll follow!\" and when there was no answer, she did just that to find Snape stirring something black and musty in the bottom of a coffee mug.

\"Ew, gah - that\'s one thing I can\'t stand about England, instant coffee,\" Jessica muttered and placed her hand upon the twirling claw of Snape and looked up, now completely beside herself at what she found.

He had been watching her as soon as she\'d set foot in his tiny solitary meal space and had the most conflicting set of emotions continuously flickering across his brow. His projecting confusion was so much that Jessica removed her hand from his and placed it on his cheek to try and erase some of it, but mostly just encouraged its progression.

\"Andrew was worried, eh?\" she whispered as if the roof would fall and they\'d be crushed by the merciful granite above. Snape nodded and stopped his compulsive stirring. Jessica smiled and leant on the counter, blocking his suaray with the gritty instant coffee.

\"He was going to put me in the torture chambers-\" and with that, it was as if all hell broke loose and Snape proceeded to swoop around his own quarters in a haze of silent fury. Not saying a word, Snape\'s face contorted into a hideous parody of desperate recompense, as if he had two minutes before a death penalty before he gesticulated mercilessly at the bookshelf whilst running his fingers roughly against his scalp. All the while, Jessica watched spellbound at this strange, manic interpretive dance of misery.

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True, at first Lucius regarded his own offspring with nothing but the sheerest of contempt; after all, Draco had delineted himself to be something no Malfoy was ever permitted to be in predessessing years - idle and useless. It wasn\'t so much the act itself which defiled the boy\'s purpose in the beginning, it was more the remote tendency to defend himself for it, another contradiction never asserted in the callow ranks of elegance and finery of Malfoy Manor. Now, whether Draco was willing or not, he would serve and be counted in front of perhaps the most instrumental and integral part of wizarding superiority.; Lucius, of course, would be the one to deliver, but not to carry it out. At least that was the coalesced liberation so de sou sought when the actual Lord who founded it had given him leave to progress.

Draco\'s admitted reticence to perpetuate a the dearest principle of debauchery was, to say the least, cumbersome; Lucius always had to make all sorts of lame excuses when the MacNair boys would want to play, \"Rape the Muggle Toddler\"; such things as, \"Draco\'s broken his crucifix wielding arm,\" or, \"Draco has a case of the muggle mumps - we\'ll get them later!\" just wouldn\'t pass. Not only did it get in the way of more informal, social gatherings, but with business as well. Lucius had a reputation to think of, and with a snivelling little runt for a son heir to millions of galleons, Lucius couldn\'t even bring him to, \"Send your Child to Work Day.\"

Last year after a shouting match the night before, Draco had yet again managed to gobsmack his elder by telling HIM off for being idle and lazy and full of lip service with no substance; that was when the boy got the rack for the very frist time. And then ever since, Draco\'s been suprisingly subserviant and mute as if paranoid to rile his father\'s ire (which was, of course, the entire point), but Lucius couldn\'t help but relent to a bit of paranoia himself, constantly assessing Draco\'s every move to ensure he wasn\'t being watched or tapped or worse, understood.

And so Lucius thought it was now an appropriate time to introduce and idea to be launched and festered inside his son\'s frighteningly petulant brain for a nearly eighteen year old ad set the ball rolling.
\"Draco, put down that quixotic range of proverbial filth,\" Lucius drawled with a smirk, observing as Draco jumped and then blinked wearily.

\"Perhaps if you\'d consider reading just one page, FATHER,\" Draco pursed his lips and glared as ominously as he dared, portending nothing in the way of physcial punishment which was, if he knew his father at all, the only way to puncture the rubber mattress that was Lucius\' ego, \"it might stave off your madness.\"

\"How dare you, you little shit!\" *smack* Draco winced only slightly as he was expecting the blow and remained immobile in his chair for a few seconds after, watching Lucius with loathing out of his peripheral vision.

\"I wanted to present what you\'re going to do nicely, Draco, but you leave me no choice.\"
Draco looked up to the placidbastbaster canvas that was his father\'s face and mentally shuddered; he was compeltely unreadable. For all he knew he\'d have to immolate some goat and drink its blood for dinner tonight.

Lucius sighed and tapped his foot expectantly, \"Aren\'t you curious in the least or shall I cut out that tongue of yours for its idleness?\"

\"What is it, Father?\" Draco asked as steadily as he could bear without making eye contact to the one who had the option of not detesting him but chose to none the less.

\"You like Miss Slytherin, don\'t you?\" Lucius simpered, eyes glinting with avaracious glee in the wake of another gorging session. Draco\'s heart sank.

\"No, I don\'t.\"

Lucius\' facade broke and he lunged at the trembling boy, grasping the flaxen corona and slamming it against the ground; grinding his ear into the unyielding stone, he pushed his face close to the still exposed, unbloodied one and whispered his instructions feverishly.
SuchSuch equivocation, my dear boy; you just want to spare her, don\'t you? Well it\'s not that kind of party, my sweet little nancy...\" Lucius pulled his son\'s head up, only to grind what was left of his right ear into a gorey mess between his fingers. Blood seeped everywhere amidst Draco\'s whimpers and frantic pleading; Lucius stared down at the pool decorated with bits of cartilage and lobe with a twisted leer until the affirmation of his power was securely in place.

\"She won\'t farey rey immediately if that\'s what you\'re worried about, boy. I do want you to give her this though, it\'s her birthstone if you like...\" Lucius raised Draco\'s head, the scent of freshly mutilated meat still pungeant and even more enticing in such close proximity; and he then licked his handiwork slowly. Draco screamed as his brain pulsed its juices with arhythmic dexterity. It was as if his own body was trying to provide him with a distraction more deeply concerning than his own father chewing upon his head. Finally, Draco collapsed unconscious with the small oval box tucked in his robes before Lucius bid one of the elves to \"clean up\" and deliver Draco to his chambers.

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Cait was having a grand old time with Woody in the broomshed, safe and sound and nude. Breath hitching agreeable to his thrusts, Cait\'s mind reeled at what Jess had done to that Flitwick man. The thought quickly banished as Woody hit a particularily sensitive spot; Cait writhed whilst being pushed firmly against the door of the shed, thankfully cushioned by a charm beneath her knees. She spread her arms wide and hunkered down on her elbows, twisting her torso in time to every time Woody\'s hand would stroke against her clit.

Then, she almost sunk down onto the floor, spreading her legs like a whore in the process, as Woody\'s climax approached and to make an even deeper penetration accessible. Ass quivering as she was struck from behind in conjuction to being impaled by both of Woody\'s magical brooms, Cait nearly winced as her orgasm took her, the stinging melding with the delighted clenches causing the flow of cum and blood and semen to stain the carefully maintained floorboards of the little old shack; Hagrid would be wondering.

With no time to spare as she was to meet with Jess soonafter their little tryst, Cait gave Woody her customary peck and fled the shack with a blush on her cheeks and nothing more.
She frantically hid behind a random and hopefully, semi-protected bush after her faulty elongation charm which often went awry on what looked like a sturdy branch; she threw on her robe and cast a scouring charm upon herself before noticing a small peach coloured round object near her left foot.

Reluctanct to actually pick the soft looking ball up as most things that looked inviting in the magical world were seldom just that, and poked it with her wand a couple of times. As soon as he tip touched, a wail as loud as all the chatter at the Great Hall during the Halloween Feast emanated from the tiny cretin; Cait \'s eyes welled up as she realised just what it was, picked it up and ran to Snape\'s office.

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\"I will kill him.\"

\"No, you won\'t; perhaps he thought it was funny... I just don\'t know why he\'d think for a minute that I\'d agree to sleep in that wing.\"

\"It\'s what has to be done; this won\'t end well.\"

\"Oh honestly, you\'re beginning to frighten me as much as he did, the way you\'re talking. Have you ever tried to before?\"

\"No.\"

\"Why?\"

\"Too much trouble all around and he\'s never exactly posed a notable threat toward me, as-\"

\"But now that... oh, nevermind. What if he wanted to do something perfectly innocent in there? What if he spruced it up? I mean, his countence alone could\'ve made me believe he was up to no good the way he just towered over me - I bet you he thinks himself some sort of imperious tyrant-\"

\"He is, and he will be killed, by me.\"

Jessica\'s eyes filled up inexplicably and she began to choke, all the while staring at the frantic face of Snape, now calmed down and less mobile.

\"What is it?\" Snape\'s voice sounded for once uneasy and strained as if the sight of a crying woman was more dangerous than any Death Eater meeting he\'d ever incurred.

\"Ooh,\" Jess moaned, her eyes rolling back in her head slightly, \"you two were so buddy-buddy in the beginning. How do I know if you both aren\'t out to get me, working in cahoots?!\"

Snape sweetly cocked his head to the side while another frown loomed across his forehead pensively,\"We simply share a similar sense of humour, Miss Slytherin... and I do have to propound my own reputation through him as a way not to be-\"
Snape choked again as he narrowed his eyes in calculating suspicion. Jessica sniffed and stared at him struggling there, stuttering even; she could see through his skull as though his hair was some diaphanous fold of satin, the innards cranking feverishly, desperate to protect, yet disclose simultaneously.

Jessica sniffed and stiffened against the now warm countertop, her mind already fully cognizant of his situation. Snape exhaled slowly and placed his hands on either side of her and leant forward.
\"Do you know who your parents were?\" Jessica breathed and couldn\'t help but memorize the patterns of snakes embroidered on his lapel.

\"No, but do I need to know right now?\" her voice was anything but steady as she reached for a lock of his slick hair to play with. It was greasy, but fascinatingly fine - the complete opposite to hers in every way - straight with just a little bit of a kink and the colour of her most favourite inkwell.

\"I think it would be best now, Miss Slytherin,\" Snape breathed and pressed a small kiss to her temple, appeasing the obvious small need for comfort for the moment.

\"Only on the condition that you stop calling me by my surname... I\'m not sure I like it very much,\" Jessica tried to smile but failed miserably, her lips spreading apart like thick rubber bands, struggling to seek alignment in order to repress a feeling too insistent to be ignored.
Snape presented the benediction of a rare smile bequeathed with a short but very sweet, piggybacke ove over to the sitting room, achieving a small giggle from his cargo.

\"Hey, speaking of surnames! Our names have the exact same number of letters if you use my old muggle \'Brown\'!\" Jessica giggled even louder at the befuddld expression etched across his face.

\"Only you would find something so remote to draw attention to,\" Snape murmured and set her down with a soft \"clump\" upon her chair. Jessica reached out to grab the tail end of his robes and reeled him in like a stiff black fishy.

\"Oh no, I don\'t want you staring at me when you enlighten me upon my parents last days on earth.\"
Snape cocked an eyebrow and rolled his eyes amazingly, causing another laughing fit to erupt from his hostage.

\"Oh Lord! *gasp, giggle/half sob* You come sit here,\" Jessica jumped from the seat and motioned for him to take her place. Suddenly, her plan was revealed and Snape affectionately wrapped his arms around the front of her belly with tender ease; Jessica was impressed.

\"You must\'ve had practice,\" Jessica muttered leaning back until his forehead was pressed beneath his chin so she could feel the pulse through his throat and bobbing adam\'s apple as he swallowed.

\"Not nearly as often as you think,\" he countered and rocked his his hips back at a better angle in the relatively narrow chair. A few moments passed in a fuzzy lassitude until Sanpe heaved a heavy sigh.

\"Do you know what I am?\" Jessica nodded against his neck and pressed a kiss just below his earlobe; Snape pulled away leaving Jessica\'s head lifeless and wobbly.

\"Well then, that alone could\'ve very well allayed your fears concerning Lucius; if you already know where my loyalties lie then-\"

\"Severus, I\'m sorry; I should\'ve thought,\" Jess murmured and leant forward dejectedly in his lap, \"it\'s just been so intense and... inopportune lately.\"
Snape waited as Jessica struggled to collect her thoughts.

\"I had my next year planned out expertly; I worked hard in a world where I knew I didn\'t belong from the first day I went to school. Parents give you roots and dreams, but life still isn\'t what it seems...\" Jess looked over her shoulder and couldn\'t help breaking down again.

\"Now tell m-bef-before I m-mess it up with the sound of my b-bawling AND ch-cheap rhymes,\" Jessica choked and clung back, now dorsal, to her steady black cliff of potential betrayal.

\"Y-your parents,\" Snape cleared his throat and began again whilst stroking the mass of curls that was Jessica\'s hair, \"they were some of the first spies for the light.\"

Jessica smiled against his chest, breathed in, and on her exhalation, fiddled with the tiny buttons with her teeth.
\"You shouldn\'t be ashamed of your name just because one man soiled its capacity with his occupations,\" Snape warbled, nuzzling the mop of dyed blonde with conviction.

\"I won\'t be now, thank you very much,\" Jessica said in an entirely diferrent tone, charged by lust in being pressed againt velour black cloth as only it could encourage. Snape grunted as Jessica slid around to straddle the waiting Potions Master whilst sloughing her plain blouse behind her.

Eyes wide and even frightened, Snape gawked in wonder at the one object which he\'d had such few encounters with but had kept him sated through the long, tumultuous hormone-ridden night of adolescence after finding one scattered in front of the girls\' Quidditch changing room - a bra.

All at once as Snape leaned in to Jess\' chest, the door began to wobble nearly off its hinges and Cait\'s steady whining could be heard vaguely through the wards protecting their privacy.

\"Whoever is out there had better have either a steak through their cranium or a loss of limb for me to sew back on...\" Snape growled against Jess\' hardened nipple.

\"Gah - it sounds like Cait -I compeltely forgot that she was supposed to come earlier to help defend that little reprobate\'s case,\" and with that, Jessica hopped off of Snape with a whigne and an apologetic face as Snape flicked the wards off and bid Cait to enter.

Storming in without even a general greeting, Cait shouted, \"IT\'S ALREADY BEEN BORN!\"
Jess cocked an eyebrow and stared at the bundled specimen in Cait\'s trembling arms. As soon as she recognised it was a living, breathing litle... hybrid of some sort (she wasn\'t exactly sure if Flitwick was humaness ess clasped her hands to her mouth and stared at Snape pointedly.

\"Oh my goodness - where did you find that?!\" Still keeping a far distance between the love spawn, she circled Snape and whispered in his ear.

\"It\'s Dobby\'s baby - what is it?\" Snape\'s eyes shot wide and he unsteadily convulsed all the way over to where Cait stood bouncing slightly. Snape swallowed as he took one glance at the warm little muffin- creature.

\"It is a halfling, it will die within hours unless we return it back to Dobby some how...\" Jessica still couldn\'t come to terms with what Dobby had done.

\"My God - Dobby must\'ve not only given birth on his own, but abandoned his child...\" eyes narrowing into speculative slits, her mind turned a sordid twist, \"or that little shit could\'ve magicked the premature offspring from Dobby\'s belly so he wouldn\'t have to deal with the scandal.\"

Snape nodded whilst Cait looked down at the pink little prize, beautiful to her, but unspeakably unsettling to everyone else who would run their eyes over it.

\"We have to visit Pomphry, I\'m afraid... or rather, you two do,\" Snape looked askance at Jess\' hand on hip, \"I\'ll inform the headmaster... as if he isn\'t already aware, the ubiquitous savant.\"

\"How very convenient,\" Jessica mumbled as she grasped Cait\'s arm, carefully avoiding the twitching babe and began the treck to the infirmary. As they stalked down the halls at an alarming pace for a newly born infant... of any race, Cait babbled only half coherently at her determined friend.

\"Look, Jess, I\'m sorry I didn\'t believe you about Flitwick\'s intentions earlier... I just thought because he was a teacher, you know-\"

\"You just thought that because he was in a position of authority and had hundreds of young minds passively awaiting his next word for years, that he couldn\'t make a mistake,\" Jessica stopped and clung to Cait\'s shoulders, staring at the hideous abomination reluctantly, \"well, you know what thought did - planted a bloody feather and thought a chicken would grow!\"

And there they were, in front of a very anxious looking Pomphry, already notified of her incoming trauma from Snape\'s floo.




A/N: More to come fairly soon, I hope I\'m doing a job of reparte - good or bad - your feedback is most appreciated!